Poetry
by Katie Fenwick

THE BOY

Later on in his years, the boy asked his teacher,
"Where did you get your knowledge?"
The man replied,
"I get it from the many missed ball games,
spent in my room, under pressure and rule
of my future."
The boy was satisfied.

When he became a father, his own son asked him,
"Where did you come from?"
The boy's father answered,
"I was molded in an apple orchard
by your great grandfather many years ago
where the sweet smell of blossoms
fills the air with an almost everlasting springtime."
"Oh" said the boy, and he was satisfied.

Many years later, an elderly man looked up
and heard the answers to his questions.
He sighed and sellted into his favorite chair
and dreamed of apple blossoms,
and springtime,
and youth.

ANGEL CHILD

We sob for him; over his crib.
To breath again; to breath normally.
To run free,
to chase his rainbow.

And just when his star was falling
it was caught in the sandmans' net
rehung
not death but easy slumber.....

MOURNING FOR TARA

DARK AND SHADOWY PIERS

A sailor hoists the rigging, the cool breeze sills the sails, I weep and turn away from those dark and misty veils.

Now I am all alone on these dark and misty piers and I weep and turn away, and cry a sea of tears.

But now I board a new ship, and a sailor hoists the sails, and I wave a sad farewell, over the wooden rails

A father may sit on his porch and read. A mother can easily sit by the fire, and rock and hum, rock and hum, all the while sorting out the days' occurences peacefully in her mind.

When night falls, blanketing the earth with its dark cloth, the birds can whisper to their chicks, "night has come", and they will fall into a deep and worriless sleep. The deer nuzzles her fawn gently and the fawn closes his eyes without worry. Even teh fish bubble softly the words, "night is here, night has come".

Every animal, man, woman and child wavers peacefully on the edge of heaven and earth. Absorbing warmth and comfort, and repelling trouble and worry.